* bows to the audience *

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, you're much too kind.

Thank you.

:D

NOT. YOU. *takes war hammer and drives Gwampy into the ground like a railroad stake*

Ummm... Okaaaayyyy.

*crumbles Corn on top of Gwampy as garnishment*

*lies perfectly still*

The tyrannosaur can still see you.

Not as well as if I was still moving!

Maybe, but this way it doesn't have to put as much effort into running you down and snapping off your head.

Hopefully it will find a bigger meal and move on.

Our you could conveniently find an anti-matter rifle.

or even a standard rifle

Can't I just be given one of those since there aren't any near me?

no, that would be too easy

*conveniently finds a rifle and shoots FB*

aawww, spoilsport :p

HOORAY :D

* looks around *

:)

She's done it again!!!

* sees hundreds of little Gwampy clones popping up above his head *

She drove me into the special cloning soil!!!

Good thing...I was running low on spare parts!

* clones instinctively head for cover to avoid the gaze of rye rye *

* they'll need time to grow before their parts are usable *

* considers surfacing *

* decides to stay put until the clones are done reproducing *

* takes a nap...as usual *

Thanks, sweetie!  ;)

Yeah, about that... clones suck. Spam something else.

 

Also, if you'll recall, that's not how it worked.

Yeah Gwampy.

You tilted the story a little toward your favor.

Isn't that we are supposed to do in fiddles

No... WE're supposed to spam.

Yes but an element of the spam is to tilt the previous post to our advantage

Then I've been doing it all wrong.

No, actually, that usually results in godmoding, which is what you do all the time.

I do not... I totally get owned all the time.